I did fell in love with this man from our client’s office. Well, up to now, hindi pa rin ako sigurado kung love nga ba ‘yun o init lang ng katawan. Whatever that is, wala rin naman akong napala. Kahit first base man lang. Whatever that means. He was just there in a not so right time. Siguro hinubong ko lang ang sarili ko na siya na nga. Thinking that we are of the same situation, (almost) the same principles, almost the same birthday and pareho kaming mahilig sa mga bata. But here I am still getting hurt or affected pa rin kapag I get to learn he ask this girl out, or harap-harapan siyang nakikipaglandian sa ibang babae samantalang nakaupo lang naman ako sa likuran ng kotse n’ya. Oh, and for the record that he’s doing that, alam n’ya that I kinda like him.

I perhaps created a fictional world for me to enjoy and be happy around this guy being my knight in shining armor and me as the princess in distress, trapped in the tower. Yet now, the tower starts to crumble. Or better yet, it has no lock after all. I pretty much can just open the door and go down the stairs! Well, it is I who should destroy what I built, right?

2.) I am old. Really OLD. And just the other day, I helped him out pa yata to realize na ang bata pa pala n’ya. Wow. I never dream of being a cradle snatcher, nor be in a May-December affair. Uso na nga daw ‘yun, but then again, hindi ako sumasabay sa mga uso. EVER.

Timing was good siguro, in helping me get over the other one. But the scenario is quite bad, and the person? Lalo pa. Kataon lang, araw-araw mo katabi, nakikita, halos nakakasabay umuwi. Pero hindi rin. Nah. Hindi ko kaya. I am the writer of my own life. This is not a new chapter. Corny.

Nagkataon lang nga siguro.

If I may say this, it’s the wrong man, at a wrong place and definitely a wrong time.

And there’s no such thing as falling for a day or even fell for a day. Nagkataon lang… uulitin ko pa ulit… nagkataon lang. Pero kung pag-iisipan. Imbento lang e. Over analyzed.